Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.